by Ruby Madden
“The Master?”
“Yes, Miss. My employer, the host of this party. He would like very much for you to join him. Would you like to join him this evening?” He explained.
“You mean he isn’t here, in the crowd?”
“No, Miss. He has been watching – from there.” The servant pointed to a camera that was very well concealed but just happened to be nicely tucked in the corner by the sofa I was sitting on.
“I see. Ok then, may I ask why he wants me to join him?”
The servant seemed befuddled by my naïve question. “Well, he wants to enjoy your company...”
I blushed furiously as this genuinely surprised me. However, I felt my body rising from the sofa as if on its own imperative.
The servant didn’t hesitate a moment, quickly grabbing my cloak, he led me away from the group and once outside the room, he gently blind-folded me with a very elaborate black velvet face mask that covered my eyes and sat gracefully on my nose’s slight crest. He placed my cloak around me again, carefully making sure that it was perfectly and pleasingly in place. He patiently led me up through the levels of the house to meet his employer.
As he led me, he revisited the rules originally provided by the flamboyant gay impresario who had selected me and my friends.
I was very aware that I was being led up what seemed like four levels to the top most part of the Hollywood Hills mansion. I only wished I could see, but I couldn’t.
The servant explained that we had arrived and he took a deep breath. “You must not speak unless spoken to, you must remain still until he initiates contact and you must always follow his rules or direction. He will change one of the rules. You have been told. Do you agree?”
I noted all the many musts that had been rambled out by the servant. I was cluing in to what I may be about to experience.
“Yes.”
“Do you have any questions?”
I was feeling shy and needed to ask. “I’m not very experienced at this… the whole Dom/sub thing. Will that be an issue?” I’d fretted on my way up that I wouldn’t know the first thing about dominating a man sexually.
He seemed to be assessing me. He began to open the door and then paused, he leaned in close to me, “You’re a natural, and he will respect this. If you get scared, remember that I will be out here. You can at any time ask for this to stop and call for me. I will make sure you are escorted home. He is firm, very firm but fair and plays by his rules, which you have been told. My name is Bruce.”
Bruce led me through the door and left me standing in what seemed to be the middle of the room. As if delivering a precious antique, he carefully positioned me just so, tending to the placement of my robe. I was certain I heard him bow silently in the direction of his employer. Equally, he was silently dismissed and quickly exited.
I heard the door click close behind him.
Chapter 9
{ One of These Nights }
Standing in the middle of the room Bruce had placed me in, I was frightened for the first time since I had arrived at the party. Whereas, the host had allowed his invited guests to playfully, orgiastically romp the wee hours of the night away – it was now plainly clear that he had selected the one he wanted – for himself.
And it was me.
Was I safe? Had this been the stupidest mistake of my life? Curiously, the lyrics to One of These Nights by the Eagles was playing in the background noise of my mind…
Quietly, patiently I waited.
Still blind-folded, I shivered a bit but decided to soothe my nerves by honing in on what my other senses were telling me. The hard wood floor was warm to my feet, clearly heated throughout. More warmth emanated from one side of room, to my right and the smell of burning logs was in the air. I realized then that the room had a fireplace.
There was another scent mingled with the fireplace, a strong, potent amber infusion I found enticing. My ears initially only heard the crackling of the fire and my own fast breathing. My heart was racing and I felt a little bit dizzy.
There I stood, waiting for what felt like a century. It was actually only ten or so minutes. I heard someone move, as if standing up from a chair. That person moved towards me slowly, arriving just behind me. He waited there for what seemed like another eternity, it was actually only a minute or so. I swallowed, wondering if I should speak. But I remembered the rules. No speaking unless spoken to.
“You have been chosen by me and from what I understand, accepted this encounter? Yes?”
I nodded yes. I liked his voice, firm but there was warmth beneath the firmness.
“You were told that only one of the rules you agreed to when you entered this party would change when you joined me in this room, is this correct?”
I nodded yes again.
“Good,” he paused, “Do you have any experience with domination or submission, my dear?”
I slowly shook my head ‘no’, swallowing hard again. He was so gentlemanly… The way he stated his questions, very business-like.
“You’re being honest with me?” Something in his voice revealed that he seemed to doubt me…
I nodded again, remaining quiet. However he was assessing me, I couldn’t explain to myself why I was being so obedient. He seemed satisfied, this I sensed but wasn’t exactly sure how.
“The rule that changes is the first one. You selected to be a Top this evening when you entered the orgy. Now, you are a bottom… my bottom. I will dominate you in this encounter. Agreed?”
Truthfully, I was a bit terrified but just as curious and eager to explore a new part of myself, even if it be with a very wealthy stranger I didn’t know and I couldn’t see. I nodded my final yes, acquiescing to this encounter with a surrender I didn’t know I had.
“We’ll keep this encounter a bit more vanilla for you, my new pet. I don’t want to scare you away... You’re far too lovely a plump morsel to not break in gently – at first, in the very least.”
My mind was racing, whatever did he mean? Break in?
This one comment scared the living hell out of me. It equally excited me as well, all arousal coming to attention in a brain-numbing, body stimulated whoosh that almost made me want to topple over. I’d never been so aware of all my blood-flow in my entire life.
He reached around me, and untied the hooded robe I wore. It crumpled to the floor with a soft thump, and the softness entombed my feet.
His hand grazed my already alert nipples fleetingly. He remained behind me, close but not touching. It was as if he was assessing me. Despite having a full body lace piece on, I suddenly felt very naked.
I struggled to remain still, not move as I had been told. To not speak or react.
He then stepped closer, and it was then I first felt his arousal, his semi-erection.
“My dear, how clean are you?” He asked.
“Clean? I’m not sure what you mean?” I stammered somewhat nervously. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting at…
“STD’s. Do you have any?”
I always played safe and my last exam which had only been a month earlier had shown I was healthy, genitalia and otherwise. “No, I’m STD free… Are you?”
“Yes…”
There hung in the air, at that moment, a pivotal assessment. I knew he was gauging whether I was being honest with him and I was gauging whether he was being honest with me. Sexual Russian roulette wasn’t something I toyed with, I valued my good sexual health and had every intention of keeping it that way.
“Do you use birth control?” He quizzed.
I nodded yes, I didn’t want children and had an IUD.
“So, it isn’t necessary for me to wear a condom?” He asked seductively…
“I’d prefer that you did…” I stammered.
He seemed to be weighing my request. “I want to assure you that it’s not necessary, but I’ll glove up for you. You can change your mind at any time if you like…”
Now
that this was out of the way, he proceeded. “I’m going to ruin your costume. I’ll provide you money to replace it.”
Before I could protest, I felt the cool touch of the edge of something metal near the nape of my neck and from alarm, I nearly leaped forward.
He’d anticipated the reaction, and a firm arm around my waist kept me from stepping away. As he cut away with scissors, the body-lace one-piece I wore, taking his time with each part as he slipped them away from my frame, my pussy was becoming blazingly alive.
It was as if all the blood warmth of my body was collecting there. The bra and thong remained on me.
“I will be taking you quickly this evening. Please do try and keep up the pace.” He whispered into the nape of my neck, near my ear, causing a cascade of chills and goose-bumps across my body.
The way he held me was beginning to reveal the desire he had for me. Still blind-folded by the elaborate face mask, I now anticipated I would remain so for the remainder of this encounter. I had no idea who he was. All I could really ascertain was a level of physical fitness from his physique.
Once I was sufficiently stripped, he stepped in front of me.
“I’m an appreciator of a very voluptuous woman…” He murmured as he began to caress the sides of my hips and rounded towards my ample ass. He squeezed and kneaded at my flesh, taking his time. As he did so, he had pulled me closer into him.
I felt a bit awkward just standing there, not using my hands, but I felt hypnotized too. His hands felt amazing on me, he was taking his time truly appreciating my fleshy body, gripping my baby soft alabaster skin. He brought his hands up the sides of my body and cupped my big tits that felt perky and heavy in the open-nipple bra I still wore.
“Mmmmmmm… I like this…” He was both rubbing my tits and nipples while pushing his face into my chest. He began to suckle one of my nipples while still firmly holding both my tits and tweaking the other nipple with his fingers.
I felt my knees start to give. Electricity was flowing through me at this point and going straight to my groin. I felt like a goddess being worshipped.
“You smell luscious dear, absolutely luscious…”
When he nipped at my nipple, I let out a little, tiny, yelp of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh, I like that… My, oh my, you’re a vocal one aren’t you?” He growled lowly into my neck, close to my ear. It made me shiver… I wasn’t able to respond, I was very near to crumpling into him. I’d never felt like this before or had this strong a reaction to anyone’s touch.
Just as he’d stated, this encounter was moving fast.
“Let’s play with that, shall we? You keep your little sex sounds to yourself. I want to see how much taunting and teasing you can handle quietly.”
I knew it wasn’t actually a question or a suggestion. It was a command, an order disguised as a request and I loved it.
The breast play continued on for a while and then he gingerly began to kiss me. He pulled me even closer into him, gripping me firmly. I was pleasantly surprised to find that he was a skillful kisser, probing gently, taking his time and our kiss quickly escalated into a more passionate exchange. Our tongues danced together well, lustful but patient enough to allow for exploration.
I was very oral and once my mouth was engaged sexually, just about anything goes. Although I had been frolicking frequently with fuck buddies, very few of them had the skilled kissing this man possessed. I was practically swimming in my senses at this point, he had me so captured.
When I began to suckle his tongue with a bit of force, he pulled back and studied my face. “You’re very oral as well. I’m not surprised you curvy thing…” His voice was full of sexual mischief. I liked it, was compelled by it.
Just when I thought I would make the very first move I had been inclined to do on my own, he stepped away pulling me forward by grasping both my hands and towards him to where he was backing up to.
I could hear him as he settled into a large, luxurious chair and provided a thick, soft pillow for me to kneel on. He carefully pulled me down to my knees, where I waited, my mouth very much still hungry for something to work on.
Still blind-folded, I remained patiently still as I had been told to do. My heart was absolutely pounding in my chest and I swooned a bit with dizziness. I wondered if he recognized that I couldn’t move for fear of mangling myself, or him for the matter, due to the blindfold face-mask?
My best guess was that he was admiring me, kneeled before him, mostly naked with my demi-open-nipple bra and thong still on, wearing an elaborate face-mask, nervous as hell. It made for quite the inner image in my mind.
As if he had read my mind and heard my thoughts, he removed my mask.
At first, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him, to see his face. I wanted to badly, but was frozen. But when I did, I had to hold back a laugh, as his upper face was partly concealed by a snug mask of his own. So much for knowing who was making good use of me…
He paused, taking in my face up close, “You are quite lovely, my dear.” He stated it matter-of-factly, as if it didn’t matter if I heard or agreed with his remark or not. I responded by shyly looking back down at the floor.
He reached forward and tilted my face back up. I remembered that my face still wore the beautiful artwork of my friend, Autumn.
“Permission dear. I know you’re new at this. Permission must be asked…” He said softly.
After peering at my face with an intense gaze for what felt like forever, and then a long admiring glance over my round, curvy, plump body – he re-positioned himself comfortably.
“You may use your hands and your mouth to worship my cock. Use the pillow as you need.” He semi-sprawled himself slowly in the deep chair, leaning back into it and continuing to drink me up with his eyes.
Tentative at first, figuring out my next move, I opted to climb up his sexy legs, bending over as near to the floor as I could get and starting at his feet to then inch my way upwards.
I took my time allowing my hands to caress their way up from his feet, over his thighs. Although I could see again now, the mask having been removed, my hands were my eyes and I wanted to explore him slowly. I equally kissed, licked, nibbled his toned athletic legs while climbing up him and pulled teasingly a few times at his skin with my teeth.
Pleased to discover up close that he was a trimmed man when I arrived to his erect cock, I leaned in tentatively for delicate lip nibbles, before I began licking the very top of his cock-head and the rim. As I did so, I caressed gently the length of his shaft with my fingers. I paused, trying to gauge if he enjoyed my touch.
He cued in immediately, “Continue…”
My hand gripped his shaft and I began to take him into my mouth, careful to start slow and explore. Using his pre-cum to lube up his cock, along with my abundance of saliva, I took my time licking and sucking his cock-head.
Once better acquainted, I used my other hand to under-cup or tease his ball sack while I began to make a more determined suck on his cock. My tongue delighted in pausing to rim his cock-head, circling it with my tongue several times and then I pulled as much of him into my mouth as I could, feeling him at the back of my throat.
Rhythmic, consistent but interchanging my approach, I was delighted to hear that he appreciated my efforts. I enjoyed feeling my erect nipples grazing against his thighs as my torso moved. I liked that his hand caressed or gripped the back of my head, keeping me ever engaged with his tool. It was easy for me to lose time sucking cock, I simply loved doing it.
My mouth full, using my tongue, tasting his skin, his pre-cum – there was no faking my efforts. I was as natural a cock-sucker as there ever was.
Focused on my fellatio technique and pleasingly tuned in to his moaning, I was utterly startled when I felt someone kneeling from behind me grip my hips firmly, another firm erection touching my backside. I practically lurched up.
It took him cupping my face and leaning
in close, “Darling, its ok. He is selected by me, clean like myself but gloved nonetheless and here for the same reason you are. I so wish to see you fucked from this angle while orally servicing me. Does this frighten you?”
For a moment, I lingered there, wondering if I would do this. And again, that same phrase came through my head for the second time that day, why not?
Besides, my pussy had a life of its own at this point. I’d been aching for contact there all evening, having self-tormented myself with the pretty blonde women and then denying myself their focused touch or attention on my hungry pussy. Neither shaking my head yes or no, a bit mystified by my suspension of choice in the matter, I resumed my eager cock-sucking, and his pleasure seeking.
From behind, the warm body leaned into me and an eager hand began to probe me. He positioned my black thong to one side while two fingers went inside and a third teased my clit. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly get any wetter than I already was, he entered me. It was a nice thick cock, his first probe considerate. I arched my hips northward, receiving his entry eagerly. Pussy and mouth both full, I knew I was completely taken by two strangers and I had yet to even see their faces.
I wondered if I ever would?
As one made good use of my mouth, the other fucked my pussy. This was another first for me, to be fucked by two men, at the same time.
I remained focused on my first priority despite my own anatomy attempting to betray me with its own pleasure. The initial quivering of my pussy and body egged on my back side penetrator and he began to pound me a bit more thoroughly. And still, I paid devoted attention to my dominator’s cock.
Suddenly, after what felt like an exquisite eternity, sucking and being fucked, my back-side penetrator pulled out and lifted me from the floor, placing me over and on top of a luxurious, taller ottoman next to the chair the host sat in. This impressed me and gave me immediate access to his very impressive and muscular physique. For any man to just lift me up so effortlessly… He’d have to be very physically fit and strong.
Turned around, my pussy now exposed to my newfound Master, the second penetrator kneeled before my face. He ungloved his very much erect cock and offered it to my eager mouth. I hesitated, semi-startled to be suddenly interrupted.
